Left To Be Free //5SOS

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Callie's POV

It's now Tuesday, and that means I have tutoring tonight. I've done my best to stay away from Luke, not like I ever see him anyways.

I was currently sitting in math with less than five minutes until the next class.

While we are sitting, our teacher hands out the test we took yesterday right before the bell rang.

"How'd you do?" Emma asked as I walked to her locker.

"92, you?"

Emma sighed, "71. I just don't understand how I could have done so poorly."

"Perhaps next time we study a tad more?" I suggested, but I know she feels upset about it.

"Or not go to a party again." She chuckled. "My mom is going to be so upset. How am I supposed to explain this to her?"

"I wish I knew." I said, because I honestly did.

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"Let me see the tests." Mrs. Hemmings asked us.

I reached into my book bag and handed it over to her. She reviewed it, looking over my mistakes.

"You did quite well, just a few silly mistakes Shelly. Next time remember your calculator."

"Shhhhh, you're going to get us into trouble." A masculine voice said from the hallway that leads to the kitchen.

Luke and Calum enter the kitchen, and doesn't go unnoticed by Mrs. Hemmings.

"Luke, I thought I asked you to stay out if the kitchen while I was tutoring." She reminded him.

"We just wanted to get some lemonade, that's all mom." He answered.

"We don't have lemonade, Luke." She looked slightly puzzled.

Luke and Calum began cracking up, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Luke. Hallway now." Mrs. Hemmings demanded and she got up to go speak to him.

Though they had walked into a closed off room, we could still hear them.

Especially when Mrs. Hemmings screamed, "Are you crazy! Go wait outside, and tell your friend he has to leave."

We all heard the front door open and close, and a second later Mrs. Hemmings walked back in.

"Where were we?" She asked.

"Jus finishing up." Karl answered.

"Actually, it's after 5:30." Janice spoke up. She, like us all, wanted to get out of here.

"Oh how well time flies by. Alright, I suppose I will see you all next time then." She dismissed us.

I picked up my bag and put it onto the table before collecting all my papers.

I was the last to get outside, and unfortunately my mothers car is not here yet.

"I didn't appreciate you dumping my drink on me." That familiar voice spoke from behind me.

"Well I didn't appreciate you calling my friend a gnome." I turned to face him.

"She's short, she wasn't moving, and she wasn't talking. She was acting like a gnome." He mused.

"It's not a nice thing to say! She was in shock. She-"

"In shock from what?" He raised his voice.

"She doesn't like to be yelled at. And frankly, neither do I!" I matched his voice.

"That's not my problem."